Beyond My 50th Year

Monday, September 4, 2017

I knew that I would age, that my body and my brain would change, and while I like to kid myself that it's not really happening, or that it just happened since turning 55 in May, I knew it was coming. If I am honest with myself, I started noticing the changes at least ten years ago: the stiffness after sitting too long, the necessity to write down something lest I forget it, the gray hair and the age spots, and the biggest fucking change of all: the Permanent Pause.

What I didn't know, or what I think I was in denial about, were the changes of those around me, their aging and of course, their dying or going through major life losses. Loss is not new for me, there have been some big losses even when I was still a kid. What is new is the frequency and the certainty because of my age. My peers are dying or we have "conditions" that we used to think only "old people" get like gout, heart disease, and arthritis. Their parents are dying, their siblings; and their partners. Our lives are finite. We all know this. And yet I find myself completely ill-prepared with how to deal with this in such large quantities.

How do I help my dad as he keeps aging when I
notice it happening at an ever rapid pace? How do I not alarm him at the
fact that I see it, that I see that he is wobbly, and that I see
confusion in him sometimes. Or, when hearing the sadness in his voice as he
feels that he's losing control of his own body or when he tells me that all of his friends and his peers are gone, and how much he misses his little sister?

At 86 he is still independent and pretty healthy, though he's getting things he never used to get because of his age, most recently a leg infection. For the most
part his mind is sharp as ever, and certainly sharper than mine (why yes, I
did inhale, maybe I shouldn't have). He is my daddy, he is the man that
has always been strong and always instructed me (which he still does),
and now he's seeking my advice and guidance while fighting having to ask me for it. And, what do I do? I get snippy with him for being so stubborn, or, act like a deer caught in the headlights because I don't know how to do this.

Equally as difficult is how to help the friends I have known since we were literally kids or very young. I don't know how to help my best friend through the loss of her
mother. I am ill-equipped. How do I hide the fact that inside I am still that 15 year old girl who thought her mom was the coolest mom around, and that took for granted she would always be here and I can't believe she is gone. How will my sadness and anger that this has happened be of any comfort to her?

How do I help my best guy friend from college as he goes through a divorce that he never saw coming and that he certainly didn't want? Sure, I have known plenty of people who have gotten divorced, or have been in such awful relationships that they should have never gotten married in the first place, or should have ended way earlier than they did. But this is different. I don't know his soon-to-be-ex wife nor anything about their marriage. I only know that this is a guy I knew before he was married or even in a serious relationship and who hadn't been hurt like this and had no bitterness. He is one of the nicest people I have ever known and who now doesn't see the good in himself that I see. How do I help him see it again?

As I always do, when I am going through something big, there is always a song that fits what I am feeling and often helps me find an answer . This one has been playing in my head often for the past few weeks, especially these lyrics:

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

I am not sure why I find myself here, on a personal blog that I haven't written on for over a year, and that I haven't written on much at all. But, here I am. Perhaps it was the hours of tears that made for a sleepless night, or the fact that I cannot relate to, nor understand, half of my fellow citizens, and worse, some of my own friends and family.

As I always say, this is my personal blog, my personal space. Those who know me well know that I have a real need for, and issue with, personal space. These are my opinions, and if you don't want to hear it or disagree with me, that is your choice, just move on. This especially goes for anyone who wants to be the Grammar Police today. These are my feelings. I am not editing them for any reason, including grammatical correctness.

I am many things. One of those is liberal, and not just a little liberal or "kind of" liberal, I am left of left. I am not ashamed of that word anymore nor do I hide from it any longer. That is one of the biggest perks of aging, you just run out of fucks to give, and finally give yourself permission to be who you are. Aging has also changed the way I engage with people, or rather, disengage with them.

You can read any number of my personal posts (including this one) that describe how I used to confront people, argue with people, or generally get downright nasty. When I was younger, I even made my own nephews uncomfortable to be around because I was the "too politically correct" Auntie that you couldn't say things in front of. I don't do that anymore. I just don't talk about politics or religion anymore, or when I do I tread as carefully as I can. Or, I just don't bother talking to you anymore if I think there's no point.

Which makes me wonder: does that mean I don't care anymore, or even worse, that I have sold out? I know it certainly doesn't mean that I don't believe the same things that I always have. In fact, I am even more fervent in some of those beliefs than ever. As for selling out, while I think my job as an elder is to educate and make the younger generation aware of things, I don't think it's my job to alienate them, attack them or to make them want to disengage. I did that for a long time, it does not work. Or worse, it leads to what happened last night. We need them to make things better, to fight for the things that we think are wrong, and to counter the cynicism that many of us feel, especially on a day like today.

And, we need them to help us get over the paralyzing sense of fear that has gripped us as a result of this acrimonious campaign and that led to the results of this election. I believe that like with all things, fear is at the root of not only the hate that we have seen, but the inexplicable results of this election.

I have been voting now since 1980 and spent over a dozen years voting for the "losing" candidate. I sat by and watched the issues and institutions that I believe in get dismantled, tossed aside and vilified. This is not new for me. What is new is the level that it's at. The ginning up of our fears due to the incessant fear mongering that has been on an endless loop for the past year and a half: fear of the "other," fear of being left behind, fear of the differences
between us, and fear that those differences are bad or evil. Coupled with the exclusion of facts and the exclusion of empathy and understanding of one another as human beings it shouldn't come as a surprise to me that this happened.

But it did. As I sat and watched the results of the election last night, it was as if I had been transported back in time. I kept thinking this wasn't real, It felt both surreal and so familiar. I couldn't help but think about one of my favorite sayings:

And, I couldn't help but think of all the things that are at risk now, and that all the things that have been created to protect the rights of all Americans, will once again be dismantled. I fear that I will never see a woman president in my lifetime, that my health and those of others are at risk because we can't afford to pay for health insurance. That my gay friends and loved ones can't love who they want to. That my friends of different faiths and different colors, and from other countries will not only be persecuted, but will meet with physical harm.

So what does one who believes like me do? I am stubborn, and I never give up, I am a fighter and while I might not fight about issues in my personal life, I still fight like hell for them where it is more appropriate. Though I am no longer 18, or 22, or even 35, I am strong as hell and will fight for the things that I believe in, those that I believe make America great. I don't care what that flaming orange cheeto says, America already IS great. And, there are others who think the same thing. We can mourn that we lost, but we have to rise up and organize. We have to do what we have always done: we have to fight for what we believe in and to make this a better place.

My beloved California has given me some hope that this is still possible. We have elected Kamala Harris our first African American Senator and
the country's first Indian American Senator. But
it's her speech, this speech, that stopped my tears before bed last
night. As she says in it: "Do not throw up our hands when it is time to roll up our sleeves!"

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

I am not really an observant Jew, actually that's being generous, I am more like a completely non-observant Jew. I do usually take the day of Yom Kippur to reflect and "atone" for things that I wish I hadn't done during the year. Or, things I did or didn't do to others throughout the year.

I am happy to say that as I have gotten older, I actually have fewer things to apologize to others for, but I am by no means where I want to be yet. I still get snarky, impatient and intolerant, though at least now I am aware of it when I do. As they say, being aware is the first step, but you actually have to change your behavior for it to count.

This year, I had planned on doing the same as I do every year: take the day for myself, walk and/or go outside in the garden or some other natural environment and write a list of things to atone for and goals that I want to set for the upcoming year and see how I am doing on those I set last year.

The first glitch in this plan was that I was scheduled to have a book meeting with our publisher and because I fear that I will not live to see this book published, I agreed to meet (see, I couldn't even go 100 words before making a snarky comment about the project that never ends). I apologize for that (whew, got that one in just in time before the atonement ends).

But, life had other plans and instead; about a week and half ago, I developed an infection in my wisdom tooth and on Monday afternoon I had it extracted and am resting and recuperating from the whole ordeal. So, while not actually fasting, being on a diet that's similar to the one you have in preparation for a colonoscopy, I feel like I am fasting.

As I have been reflecting on the year, and feeling sorry for myself because of my tooth, I found myself going further back in my reflections and I have been struck by how much I let fear rule my life. I realize just
how much the things I did or didn't do when I was
young have come back to bite me in the ass, or, in this case, the
mouth. Too fearful to get my wisdom teeth out, because it would "hurt"
too much, the pain from having that tooth infection was so much more
severe than the pain from my dentist actually taking it out.

This fear factor is not a new revelation. When I turned 50 a few years ago, it's as if I had some sort of epiphany and I realized that there are so many things I missed out on because I was afraid. I was
afraid to do things, to not do things, that I would make a "mistake,"
that I would hurt others for the decisions I made. It doesn't seem as if
I made a decision based on any objective or factual basis, but only
based on fear.

It was this way for most of my life, at least through my 30's. I'm not sure what the benefit of this new found knowledge is at this point. I can't beat myself up for who I was when I was young. There's nothing anybody could have told me that I would have listened to. It certainly wasn't for lack of trying on their part. And, me writing about it in the hopes that some younger person is going to listen and benefit from my "wisdom" doesn't seem likely.

But, whether I want to admit it or not, I am a writer. I write. I don't know any other way to do things. I write everything: from lists of errands and gift ideas for those I love, to book and business ideas. I even wrote down the times I took the antibiotic the dentist gave me for my tooth!

Once again, I let fear get in my own way. Maybe the benefit of this revelation is getting me past another fear, that I am not "good enough," or thinking I'm a hack because I am human and have not always done my best work when life gets in the way. But my mistakes don't make it any less true. I am a writer. I write and will continue to do so whether anybody sees what I have written or not.

Thursday, July 16, 2015

At
the risk of turning this blog into a John Mayer love fest, I am once again
featuring one of his songs because the lyrics just fit, and to be honest,
because I really like the song. So, if you don’t like him or his music, or don’t
want to hear my personal opinion, step away from the blog. If you want to just
read the lyrics, they are at the bottom of this blog post.

His
Belief points out the obvious, and
the not so obvious, about our preconceived notions, about what we believe, and
how it can do many things. While it is a political tune, and frames belief in
this context, when you think about it, everything we do, everything we are, is based on our beliefs, even
things we might not be aware that we do.

We
all believe that we are right; that if the other person or people would just
listen closely enough or long enough, they will see how right we are. But, the
truth is, we can’t all be right. It is literally impossible for us to all be
right. And yet, we argue endlessly to prove our correctness even over stupid,
little things that really don’t have a right or a wrong. Things that just are:
is vanilla better than chocolate (NO it is not), or whether a café mocha is
better with or without whipped cream (it’s better with and I am so RIGHT on
this one).

If
only these beliefs stopped at the little things, life would be so much easier. But,
it is usually the big things that can tear friendships and families apart. But, what’s a big thing to me, might be a little thing to you.

While
I have been working hard on “maturing” since I am “Beyond My 50th
Year,” I find the one area I still struggle with the most is when I am dealing
with friends and family members whose beliefs are so polar opposite. More
specifically, when they can’t turn them off, when their beliefs about the world
permeate everything about them and is reflected in their behavior. It’s
difficult to even be around them.

This
is a far cry from when I was younger. I was that person, it was hard for people
to be around me because I never turned it off, and people were uncomfortable
being around me. I am sure many still are. There was a time not so long ago that
I would willingly and blindly walk into any and every argument I was invited to.
I am passionate. I wear my heart on my sleeve. This is not new, and my sense of
right and wrong, my beliefs are so strong, that it often causes me such inner
turmoil that I can’t often keep it inside. I might not go off like I did when I
was young, but I also can’t hide how I feel and my dislike for someone. I might
not say it anymore, but it is obvious when I am not comfortable around someone.

Sadly,
I also know that there are those in my life who get some satisfaction at
deliberately provoking that uncomfortableness because for years I gave them so
much ammunition to do it with. While I can’t control them or stop them from
doing it, what I have done is simply limited any interaction or time spent with
them.

An
example is people that I like to call “Dr. Dooms” or “Negative Nellies.” At the
risk of making this post even longer, in short, they see the world as a bad or
negative place, they always see the worst in every situation and in every
person, they complain about everything, and only find humor in belittling or
mocking others, and they insist that they are always right...about EVERYTHING. They are so close-minded and clueless at how their behavior
makes others feel, that they don’t even see it, and will counter that they are
only joking or tell you to not to be so sensitive if you bring this to their attention.

About
five years ago, that is the place that I found myself in. I was that Negative Nelllie. I was also the one who tried to convince others that I was always right
about both the big and little things in the world. Ironically, this seems to
make it harder for me to be around those that are still in that place. As hard
as I have worked on trying to recognize that they are who they are, and are just
as passionate as I am about what they think is right and how the world ought to
run, I still feel like fleeing is my only alternative . I’m hoping that this
will become easier for me the more I practice it. If you have any tips on how to do this, please let me know by sharing them in the comments section.

Belief by John Mayer

Is there anyone who ever remembers
Changing their mind
From the paint on a sign?
Is there anyone who really recalls
Ever breaking rank at all
For something someone yelled real loud
One time

Oh, everyone believes
In how they think it ought to be
Oh, everyone believes
And they're not going easily

Belief is a beautiful armor
But makes for the heaviest sword
Like punching under water
You never can hit who you're trying for

Some need the exhibition
And some have to know they tried
It's the chemical weapon
For the war that's raging on inside

Thursday, August 21, 2014

As most people who know me know, when I am upset (or happy) or even over thinking, I write. I write to get my feelings out. Much of what I write is never seen, even by me because I don't save it all. I certainly don't share it all since I am not always big on sharing my feelings, especially the hard ones.

But, sometimes my feelings are so strong that I just have to get them out. Those who have read "In My 50th Year" know all about me being in the throes of a stereotypical midlife crisis. It is so "I Me, Mine;" using modern technology to talk about myself via blog. The only narcissistic element I missed is a selfie or two. Right now as I type this, as I whine about my completely petty problems, and my seemingly never ending existential and mid-life crises, my Auntie Jeanette is lying in a bed, in hospice care, slowly slipping away. And, this morning we got news that she is almost near the end of her journey.

To say she's my "favorite" aunt is disrespectful to all of my aunts, and would diminish the love I feel for them. But, to say I am the closest to her also seems like it's not enough. There's never been a time in my life that she hasn't been there, hasn't cheered me on, or held me up after yet another heart break or disappointment. There is nothing I have never been able to say to her or to share with her.

Mother's Day 2006

Just as she has always been, even now, she remains as my cousin Tracy calls her, "the heart" of our family. While in the hospital she was worried about everyone, including me, and worried about my biopsy (it was negative) and even asked me about the book project from hell that never seems to end. She even made sure to call my cousin on her 40th birthday and she is worried about how hard her impending death will be on my dad, her big brother.

Just as she always has, she's taught me so much through this. I have never gone through the hospice process. I
have lost many people in my life, many I have loved deeply. But their impending death was always the
elephant in the room, never to be spoken about. This is different, because she is different, and even in dying, she has made it easier on those who love her.

Her courage and strength seem limitless. Her honesty at what is happening to her has been startling to me. We are a strong family, and we take pride in that. We "tough it out" no matter what "it" is. But, we are always warm, compassionate and loving with one another. One just has to get through the tough side first, kind of like a Tootsie Pop: you have to get through the hard outside to get to the soft, sweet chocolate on the inside.

So, after she was moved to the hospice, I finally started to let her see me tear up and said, "I want to get mushy but I don't want to make this harder for you." She told me, "now is the time to get mushy, I am dying and you need to say whatever you want to say."

As hard as it was to get the words out through my tears, it also felt like such a gift to be able to tell her how much I love her and to thank her for always being there for me. I thanked her for being a refuge and a safe place for me; including me as part of her immediate family; for giving me a sense of normal in an often chaotic childhood, for giving me so many happy Thanksgiving, Hanukkah and Rosh Hashanah dinners and parties that have continued well into my adulthood.

I told her how much I love her and I asked what I could do for her and my cousins.She told me, "keep the Mother's Day picnic going, it is a 66 year tradition, but it's not really about Mother's Day. It's about our family, it IS our family, it keeps us connected to the generations before us and the generations that follow." And she said to make sure we still have holiday dinners, and that we laugh and eat and love each other. I promised her I would, that we all would.

She told me that she loved me very, very, very much and also told me that she was proud of the woman I have become. She asked me to make sure that I am happy, and said that I need to follow my heart no matter what, even if that might make others unhappy, and said that "maybe we Gerbers don't always need to tough it out so much." As we said our goodbyes we hugged and kissed, just like we always do, but we both knew it was different.My sadness and grief at losing her is almost overwhelming. Yet, I also feel a strange sense of peace at being able to tell her goodbye openly and completely, and at seeing the peace she is in, and that she's no longer in pain because of the compassionate and loving care she's received.

I also keep thinking about how important it is to say what you need or want to say to those you love, not while they are dying, but now, let them know how you feel.

I think that's also why I feel such peace, I never held back from her, I always told her how much I loved her and my hope is that she can feel that love now in her final hours.

Friday, May 30, 2014

Last night as I was tossing and turning and trying to fall asleep (like that's new), I realized that there's no way I could just write about aging, that I wanted, and needed, to blog to get things out. And, as I wrote in my first post, to use this blog as a journal.

As always, if you don't want to catch my brand of crazy, and prefer to just keep your own, step away from the blog. Otherwise, here's my rant for today. Ah, reminds me of Dennis Miller when he was actually funny: "I don't want to get off on a rant here." But lest I digress too much.

So, what's the crazy making du jour? The June 3rd election of course. Those who know me, know that for the past 20 years, I have been an active member of my community, i.e. known to some as the Queen of Volunteering. However, in the past few years I have cut down on my volunteer activities, and the present election is making me consider actually stopping any city related activities.

Sadly, my election cynicism is not new, but in spite of it, there's still a big part of me that's hopeful, and yes, naive, that people who get involved in community service do so for the same reason that I do. Because they are as passionate about things as I am, and that they say what they mean because they feel as deeply as I do about things and only want to do the right thing.

There are bigger issues in this election, statewide offices, a couple of propositions, but my concern, my sadness, comes from my local election. I don't want to turn this into a political blog, or another local, whack-job's biased and misinformed blog. That means I won't "name names," attack, or rant about specific individuals and what I think they have done. I am just writing about this because it's bothering me and I share what I feel (again, not a big shock to anybody that knows me).

It's funny, I find that as I age I hear or understand songs in an entirely different way. All I keep hearing is the line from Simon and Garfunkel's brilliant Mrs. Robinson:

"Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon. Going to the candidate's debate. Laugh about it, shout about it, when you've got to choose. Every way you look at it you lose."

It breaks my heart that just 8 years ago, that the candidates that so many of us supported and worked together to get elected to get rid of a divisive, unethical and polarizing office holder, are now just as divided. And, that at least one has resorted to using those same half-truths via negative mailers, phone calls, and simple intimidation.

The most heartbreaking thing for me is the level of fear I see around me. I never thought I would see the same level of fear amongst my friends and neighbors to simply speak up about who they are supporting and why. The fact that many feel this way speaks volumes, if you are afraid of retribution or retaliation or for being the next person on the hit list, ask yourself this, "is this somebody that should be an elected official?" Is this the way that we want people to get elected.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Here is my post about the changes to my physical health. You notice I am not calling it my "weight loss" post. That's because while my weight loss has been a great perk of me eating better, my diet change was not focused on weight loss so I would "look" better, it was so that I would live longer and more healthfully.

As usual, this will be long (I am me after all), but I think worth writing about since from what I hear, my experience isn't all that uncommon. Which until it happened to me, I had never heard others talk about. In fact, this lack of communication about the very normal processes of aging is one of the main reasons I have started this blog.

It was a year ago this week that my doctor finally told me something that actually scared me into acting. I have had the same primary care physician since I was 27 (remarkable as that is) and she's seen me through both the good and the bad of my health. And, for the past 10 years, she's been after me about my cholesterol being too high, my weight gradually increasing, and my blood pressure also going up. And, each year, I tell her the same, "I will work on it, exercise more, eat better etc." and of course, had never done it because I was "too busy," in complete denial, or just plain lazy.

So last May, as we were chatting about my lab results, my general health, and especially the dreaded Permanent Pause, she noted, I see your OB/GYN is concerned that your Vitamin D is so low (yeah, apparently that's a thing too), but that's nothing "Did you know that you are pre-diabetic?" Excuse me? I am WHAT?!

She went on to explain that it puts me at higher risk for heart disease as well as diabetes, but, that it is possible to slow down or even stop, its progression naturally, but that she was only going to give me 6 months to show her I was serious this time. As I alternated between anger, denial and finally hitting her with a barrage of questions, she said, "I know you, you like a lot of information, we have a class that will answer all of your questions.It is a pre-diabetes/metabolic syndrome class taught by one of our dietitians and it is free to members." As I was heading out the door, the last thing she said was, "and it wouldn't hurt if you lost a little weight too."

Needless to say, I left her office in a less-than-happy mood, feeling powerless and angry at myself for getting here. But, I did as she suggested and signed up for the class. Which was one of the best things I have ever done in my life.

The bottom line is not going to be a surprise to anyone; there is no magic bullet, no miracle weight loss program or diet, it is as simple as eating what is good for you and avoiding what is bad. I hesitated to just write that I went on a "low-carb" diet because that's too simplified, and just one piece of what I do. It's not just about carbs or sugar or fat, but about everything and at the top of that list is moving more.

I learned that pre-diabetes is a combination of medical conditions that make it more likely for you to get diabetes. And, that I had every single one of these conditions except one:

Increased blood sugars

Increased abdominal fat

Increased blood pressure

Increased LDL cholesterol

Increased triglycerides (surprisingly, this is the only one I didn't have)

Sedentary Lifestyle

Family history of diabetes

The dietitian went on to tell us that it might seem overwhelming (no kidding) but that if you lose weight, start exercising, and eat a healthy diet, you can decrease your risk for diabetes by 58%. And that if you make these changes now, "you might be able to prevent or delay getting diabetes." She also said that just trying to make one lifestyle change will improve your health so don't think you have to do it all at once.

The Lifestyle Changes she recommended and what I do now (some with my own modifications based on the reality of my life):

Exercise - try to get 30 to 60 minutes of moderate intensity exercise (such as brisk walking) every day and try to add in resistance/weight training 2 days per week. I made a commitment to exercise at least 5 days a week for 30 minutes because I know there's no way I could do it every day, and I do my arm weights at least 3 days a week, because it's easy to just get up from the computer and do them, it forces me to take a break too. And remember, you can break up your exercise into shorter periods, do 15 minutes twice a day if you have to.

Lose weight - This one actually seemed easier than all the others after she told us even smaller weight losses like 5 to 10% of your body weight are significant. When I went to the class I was at my heaviest weight ever, and a 5% loss was about 9 pounds, and when I realized that, I stopped feeling so overwhelmed and thought "I can do that." The fact that I have lost 34 pounds would have shocked me then, but I did it in a year, not in 6 months.

Eat Healthy - No shock, it is just to eat plenty of fruits and vegetables, reduce or eliminate sugars and limit refined sugars and refined starchy foods, reduce or eliminate salt and high sodium foods, reduce or eliminate fried foods and processed meats like bacon, sausage and lunch meats, eat more fish, eat skinless turkey or chicken instead of red meats, eliminate or eat meat sparingly, eating no more than 6 ounces of red meat a week. She basically told us what I think we have all been told, what we all know but for some reason, don't all follow: Avoid foods high in saturated fats and high in sugar, limit alcohol, and starches and add in vegetables (2-3 cups a day), 2-3 fruits a day, Legumes 4-5 times a week (peas, beans, and lentils), whole grains, and small amounts of unsalted seeds and nuts, healthy fats and EXERCISE!

So, that's what I did and how I live now. I have not given up anything, I just eat things that I once considered as daily items, much more infrequently, especially sugar and sweet things, including my beloved chocolate, croissants and sourdough bread. I would say that as someone who had at least one piece of candy every day, my sugar addiction has been the hardest thing to kick and I haven't kicked it completely.

The other thing that has been the biggest help has been My Fitness Pal. Someone else in the class told us about it. It tracks everything, your weight, your goals, your exercise and I have used it faithfully every day, even on vacation since you can use it on your phone, tablet and on your old-fashioned PC. I feel like someone is there with me, that I have to be accountable to and it motivates me. And it helps me know just how much I have eaten, how many carbs, how much sugar so that if I do want to splurge a little I can without making my blood sugar spike.

As everyone can see, I have been successful at the weight loss. But, I am happy to say that my health has also improved, my total cholesterol is now below 200 though my bad cholesterol is still higher than she'd like since I have a hard time giving up my cheese addiction, my blood pressure is good, my blood sugar has gone down two points (while still in the pre-diabetics range, it's going in the right direction), even my heart rate is lower. I have been the same weight now since March (give or take 1-3 pounds) so I think I have found what works for me.

And, I feel better! I have more flexibility and when I stretch I notice I can do exercises that I haven't been able to since I was in my 20s. I would be lying if I didn't say it wasn't nice to be down 3 sizes and at the same weight I was at 25, especially since I have gotten there in a healthy way.

About Me

I am a native Angeleno and I write about California's small and family farms and about urban agriculture.
I have been actively involved in my local farmers' market, (the awesome Torrance Certified Farmers' Market).
I am also a certified University of California Master Gardener and have completed a certificate program in Horticultural Therapy.